Should He Kill Himself?

I’ve never held a woman romantically in my arms ever, never got a hug, never kissed a woman on the lips.

I have 2 questions:
-Should I kill myself?
-Are these facts beta enough to be beta of the month/year/eternity?

I like your blog though, because it’s funny. So I guess I’m not going to kill myself because then I wouldn’t be able to read your blog. But the second question still remains.

Good to see you’ve answered your first question. I don’t like being put in a tough spot. Anyhow, when you’re dead, no game in the world will help you get pussy. (Unless you want to go the Elliot Roger route and leave a spirit-world legacy that slays pussy.)

At least staying alive gives you a chance, however small, to learn how to be more charismatic. “So you’re saying that there’s a chance!” Yes, this is the Current Year (for a little while longer), and I’m saying there’s a chance. Maybe your odds will change in the next Current Year. (In between Current Years, when the clock strikes midnight, the shitlib hordes enter a brief hibernation when they are vulnerable to attack.)

You didn’t mention your age. If you’re 14 and never touched a woman, that’s not cause for self-termination. At 60…. perhaps too late to start the training. Really, I don’t see a point in living without pussy or love. I suppose you could join a monastery and monk it up, forswearing all earthly pleasures, but where’s the fun in that?

Hilariously, there’s nothing special about your condition. There are millions of loser guys in the world who haven’t touched a woman’s hooha or felt the exquisite joy of being loved by the conscious carrying vessel for that hooha. It takes something more than garden variety involuntary celibacy to descend to the lowly rank of Beta of the Month winner. Therefore, the committee must regretfully inform you that the facts as we know them do not qualify you to be a BOTM candidate. If this pushes you further into despair, you could always cheer yourself up by pointing and laughing at life’s even bigger losers.

No, he needs hotties. It’s so stupid to bother with fugs because they won’t help him get laid by hotties since he’ll suffer of the same anxiety he has now. If he just needs pussy, he can just hire an escorts, but it’s not about that. And alpha shitlords don’t learn game according to MPC so who cares? Nice no true Scotsman fallacy.

Better to PLUG A FUG than to plug the palm of your hand, night after night after night. Start with FUGs, and then work your way up the ladder. PRO TIP #N: If she’s a FUG with a heart of gold, then reward her by making her a plate.

I don’t know, as a man who has tastes many would consider to be unorthodox (apparently) I have to say that there is no reason to take a chug from the fug jug if you don’t have to. Yes, he has never had, at minimum, romance. So what? He should at least make an effort for a woman who actually arouses him. Really, I tend to be surprised at how many men will shrug their shoulders at a hole in the ground.

work the way up the ladder DOES NOT WORK. The reason it does not work is

(1) Women view men of slightly lower status to them as greater threats to their status than men of much lower status. So you’re better off hitting on hotter women. They “take complements more gracefully”.

(2) Women view men who go out with women of slightly lower status than them as permanently lower status. So you must make a giant leap up.

(3) Women do not like men who act like they don’t know what they want. You know what you want, a woman in your league who you can get along with to reproduce with. So go get it.

Peppermint, it doesn’t work because fucking fugs won’t fix your issues with hitting on women you actually want either. The person addressing CH most likely isn’t a virgin because not even fugs want him.

For Chr!st’s sake, if “Fetus Face” is who he claims to be, then first and foremost he needs PHYSICAL EXPERIENCE in the INTIMATE PHYSICAL COMPANY of an actual flesh-n-blood human female. And you people, who are deathly afraid of “what other ch!cks think”, must have a social circle of about 10 people, who all hang out at the same d@mned loser dive bar, purposelessly drinking themselves to de@th. You ought to be scouting/scoping/opening on chicks at not just all the venues in your own town, but at all the venues in the neighboring towns and everywhere & anywhere else you can get to.

This is definitely where I was the entirety of 2015; finding out how much I was deviating from my shitlord family roots heading towards shitlib territory. I completely halted the advance and am now conducting counter operations.

Today I broke my streak and hit on a girl for the first time in a couple months. Physiologically being a SMV of 7.5, this is inexcusable and I will not let it happen again.

Got flat out rejected because I locked up, but am still very happy I decided to quit being a bitch.

This. Right up until the very moment when Sat@n finally drives the human species into extinction, there will be p00ntang out there which wants & desires & needs to be SLAYED by your mightily firm & er3ct & dutiful sword.

Sentient, iPh@g/xBox addiction is becoming so powerful that I am very worried that in the near future, there will be NO C0PULATION WHATSOEVER between “First World” boys & girls who have access to “The Matrix” [unlike the Amish]. I know guys like that, and girls like that, and they are NOT RUTTING, and no ruttting means no Whyte Bunz in Whyte Ovenz.

That’s maybe the fundamental reason I’m here at the Chateau – to do what I can to get White boyz to man up and start getting laid again, and also of course to scream bl00dy murd3r about the Eskimo’s Final Solution for the White race.

FETUS FACE: Lose the weight, pump the iron, learn ZFG, and they will come. PRO-TIP #1: Watch dyke pr0n to see how they french kiss one-another, and how they pay special attention to one-another’s cl!ts. PRO-TIP #2: When you are finally alone with a chick, and getting all nekkid and whatnot, nonchalantly & matter-of-factly & humbly say to her, “Take my fingers and show me how you like it [her cl!t] to be rubbed”. Then do what she tells you, and keep doing it throughout coitus. PRO-TIP #3: Lick your fingers with saliva and phlegm before you touch the cl!t.

PRO-TIP #4: CHARDONNAY IS YOUR FRIEND – either as a still wine, or sparkling, as champagne. If you lose the weight, pump the iron, learn/live/become ZFG, and if you can get a couple of glasses of chardonnay in her, then you will be a Man among boys. Just don’t drink so much that you can’t rise to the occasion when she needs you the most.

PRO-TIP #5: Once she becomes a plate, NEVER APOLOGIZE and NEVER BUT NEVER BACK DOWN IN A FIGHT. You are her Rock of Gibraltar, and she is your Category 5 Sh!tstorm. God designed her to test you, and He designed you to pass the test, not to fail it. PRO-TIP #6: Make-up $ex is not only the best $ex of all, but increasingly I am coming to believe that it is vitally important for her mental health – she needs you to ravish her after you have defeated all of her sh!t-tests – it completes her as a woman.

You can’t ZFG if you’ve never even touched a girl. It’s not happening. And your clit-work stuff is not helping this guy right now. He’s in a terrible ring of hell right now. Every bit of cleavage or every tight ass that walks by and this guy is in an oven of his own making.

You either learn ZFG, or you consign yourself to eternal misery. Granted, different folks have differing degrees of willpower, but either suck it up, and fake the ZFG til you make it, or, well, to hell with ‘or’. Just learn ZFG. PS: There’s not a d@mned thing wrong with starting out on a chick who has an A-cupped birdchest and a flabby ass. Third-rate p00nt@ng is infinitely better than no p00nt@ng at all.

To the potential suicide guy. I was in your shoes when I was young. Honestly, I don’t think a guy can step out and be confident if he’s ONLY experienced rejection. Try it. Go try to be cocky etc. with a girl, get blown off and you are in a deeper hole. No offense but you must be giving off a stench of desperation, neurosis and personal hell that women will be smelling from a 1000 yards off.

Eastern Europe. Cuba. South America. And go there like it’s day one of a new life, which it will be. Don’t bring your self-esteem baggage. You will get women and good ones at that. You’ll probably fuck up a lot but it won’t matter. They will want you. They will be the ones wondering what to say. Get away from the USA for awhile. Go to the Phillipines for God sake. Don’t be a prude about using your money to get what you want. You need some momentum and you’ll get there. Then when you come back to the states, your old days of being intimidated by a 150 pounder will seem laughably silly after all the penthouse tail you went out and got in the real world. The pedestalization of merely healthy women in the US is so out of hand. It really puts game-less, mediocre young dudes in a real personal shitscape that is very difficult to just will your way out of because the girls are mainlining cheezits all the while, elevating simply healthy girls into celebrity status. Work hard, don’t spend a thing, go overseas.

> “Go try to be cocky” ——— I didn’t say be cocky, I explicitly said to be HUMBLE: Tell her to guide you through how she wants to be touched. And to get to the point where the two of you feel comfortable talking about something so intimate, drink a bottle or two of chardonnay [although, after two bottles, you won’t be able to rise to the occasion, you’ll have to sleep it off until the next morning].

I don’t think a guy can step out and be confident if he’s ONLY experienced rejection. Try it. Go try to be cocky etc. with a girl, get blown off and you are in a deeper hole.
No need to force cockiness. Just start saying hi to girls during the day. You need to get used to interacting with strangers. After a while you’ll realize that they’re just people and the world won’t end if you strike up a conversation.

Other suggestions: read The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, eat a low-carb diet and do dead lifts. Get a hobby that doesn’t involve a computer, too.

And if you really are suicidal, go to a therapist and consider taking an anti-depressant. There’s a few cunts here who will challenge this last suggestion, but you can ignore them.

I don’t understand this su!cidal horsesh!tism, but it seems to me that it might come about because you still care – you’re nervous, you’re filled with anxiety, you’re sensing doom & gloom & despair about every d@mned thing. But if all that “caring” is driving you to your grave, then the logical solution is to STOP CARING. Which is precisely where ZFG comes into the picture. ZFG says: “Yep, life sucks. Deal with it.” And part of dealing with it is not caring. And once you don’t care anymore, you can GO FORTH AND SLAY THE P00NTANG with your mightily firm & erect & dutifully obedient sword. Cause you ain’t got nothing better to do, on account of you just don’t give a d@mn anymore.

Great stuff. Nothing like advising a young man to deadlift and read Aurelius. Awesome. I agree and that’s standard advice for any young man. Good advice too. But I think this guy (if he’s not trolling) is in a realm of hell where the typical advice is not apt. He needs to spend a month in Angeles, Phillipines just chewing on nineteen year olds (deadlifting, squatting and pressing and reading, btw). Then he can start on phase two back home, working on his compound lifts, reading, saving money, learning to eat a 1% health range diet and building a strong base outside of female approval paradigms. So that women assume the proper place in his life; physically beautiful, pleasure giving beings whose opinions and thoughts are irrelevant and a universe away from his core.

But I think this guy (if he’s not trolling) is in a realm of hell where the typical advice is not apt.

No doubt, but the typical advice is always apt; he’ll just have to hear it from someone capable of communicating it to him.

The journey out of the depression he’s languishing in will be slow and arduous, and a jaunt to southeast Asia for some foreign pussy isn’t the solution, let alone practical. I mean, he’s writing into an anonymous blogger (no disrespect, CH) asking if he should kill himself.

Well it depends on his finances/free-time and it’s absolutely no solution to head off to the Phils or Cuba but it’s a start. It’s just some momentum, not a solution necessarily (though maybe). He needs three weeks of nude, young women on a nightly. That’s the training wheels. I can’t imagine him trying to go out and ZFG/neg on the one girl in Nampa, Idaho that’s under a buck seventy or whatever Nabisco/Fanta hellscape he’s writing in from. I don’t think guys, even redpill guys, ever fully understand how bad the obesity has become and how far that puts young men behind the eight ball.

If the potential suicide guy is serious, and if he’s over 18, then Kaminky’s advice is spot on. He’s gotta go out and pick enough low-hanging fruit that talking to some buck-fifty girl from the USA won’t leave him tongue-tied.

If he’s until 18 and hasn’t kissed a girl, well, still sucks but plenty of time to put his CH teachings to work in a more traditional way domestically.

Man, that really sucks. Need more details for the fellow. Are you hideous of face and/or body? Are you physically handicapped somehow? I mean, really, what is the story, here?

Unless he has some major defect of his body or appearance, he is asexual (which falls outside of the whole Alpha/Gamma aspect of things). If he does have desire for women, but cannot score an America feminist hag, then for God’s sake, he needs to find a Chinese woman half his age (unless he is only 30, that is), and get to work flying over there to ‘meat’ her.

Beat me to it. China/HK/Macao along with money and some loosened morals is what this guy needs. Quick hops to the Phills or Thailand. Not for marriage but for some physicality to jar this guy out of his personal hellscape.

There is a big difference between ‘asexual’ and ‘involuntarily celibate’. And there is something wrong with humans who claim they don’t have sexual desire. It’s like saying you don’t enjoy taking a titanic 15-minute shit on the toilet.

@Johnny Redux
If he’s thirty, I see no issue with finding a cool cutie half his age. In fact, he’s likely better off. He’s certainly immature, and she wants to not be at home. Many more factors at play, but there are certainly 15 year old chics who are into older men. Not dorky, youngish older men, but slightly matured older men. Hard to describe. Best to see or live it. OT, looks like tarantinos latest cultmarx pic may flop. Steve jobs is floppy. Seems due to the fact that normal people don’t like being insulted by cultmarx Hollywood douchebags and it’s finally affecting their bottom line. I read that if Ronald McDonald publicly insulted cops, McD would take an huge financial hit. Seth Rogen, QT, et al., may be pushing too hard. Happy New Year, slayers!

That sucks, but it seems like you should also stop hanging out with depressed guys. I kicked a former buddy to the curb many years ago (we’d been best friends) because his mopey Eeyore self-blaming attitude was getting worse and he wouldn’t fix it. He’d dropped from beta to incel and was literally hating himself, while I was honing my game and landing dates with models. He made more money than me but it didn’t make a lick of difference. Two paths diverged in a wood…

I don’t know whether you are a chosen person but you are a woman. Or a very feminine man.
Although I eventually think you are a psycho, the combination of lie and eventual lucidity, mixed to try to convince us of your deranged opinions or maybe just trolling.
You first display an acceptable advice and later mock game with a sarcastic hyperbole.
I don’t like you there are something obscure in your comments.

“That sucks, but it seems like you should also stop hanging out with depressed guys. I kicked a former buddy to the curb many years ago (we’d been best friends) because his mopey Eeyore self-blaming attitude was getting worse and he wouldn’t fix it. He’d dropped from beta to incel and was literally hating himself, while I was honing my game and landing dates with models. He made more money than me but it didn’t make a lick of difference. Two paths diverged in a wood”

People forget how that selfish act destroys many around them, for years or forever, who love them: parents, siblings, children, and friends. For what, a woman? I can see off’ing yourself over some debilitating disease or handicap. I do not know how some of these Wounded Warriors, who come back with no arms and legs, do it. Anyhow, brother, it is NOT worth killing yourself over a woman, or anyone for that matter. Go live your life, even if it a life of being single. First give it a good try with some of the (more reasonable, legal) advice here. If that fails, take a world tour. Go to places where the temptations of lusty women will not cause you so much anguish. Never shut down to opportunity though, as you never know when it will present itself. If you get a change, and pounce, you WILL come out feeling like a god-damned Bengal Tiger.

It’s easy to forget the all-consuming anguish of a teenager’s unrequited onetis thirty years later.

I never came close to offing myself though the pain was bad — somewhere in the back of my adolescent mind back in that dark autumn of 1983 I knew that I had to stick around to write stuff for you fukkers. Happy new year.

BTW, Dennis Hopper [may He rest in peace] was a huge closet conservative Alpha Sh!tlord in j00lyweird, who wanted to speak at the GOP convention, but the Bush family of Bohemian Grove s0d0mites vetoed the idea.

My condolences to this fellow. As a woman I think life would not be worth living if I didn’t have a man to love. (Luckily I have my wonderful husband).

So this poor fellow needs a woman. Two things:

While I like the idea of going overseas, I also like the idea of going to a hot female sex therapist. There was a film while back and I’m too lazy to Google the title. But, it was the true story of the gentleman who had to live life and iron lung after being struck with polio as a mere lad in his prime. He went to a hot sex therapist in San Francisco and she gladly talk to him all the minutia of carnal pleasures. The fellow later went on to have a cute girlfriend, who was not physically disabled, and he pretty much screwed her brains out for the rest of his life. Happy Ending!

The second thing is, I am wondering how much of your own attitude about yourself is stopping you. I am going to tell you true story about someone I encountered in undergrad. The dude was a short Jewish guy named Mark. He was in my boyfriend’s circle of friends. While I was considered hottest of all the girlfriends, he got somebody who came in second and who I would say was a seven. Mark on the other hand was a three on a good day. The dude looked like a less handsome and shorter version of George on Seinfeld. But, the thing about Mark was that he had the confidence of 10 alpha males. He knew how to overcome the best female shit storms and disarm relatively attractive women. He ended up engaged to a girl named Janice who was about 5’6′ with a swimsuit model body and long, dark hair. Contrast this against Mark, who was about 5’3′, balding at 21, and 30 pounds overweight. He looked like everything a man is not supposed to look like if he wanted to attract anything less than a great, white land whale. But, Mark was unflappable in any situation and the prettier the woman the more he knew how to turn their own shit tests right back at them. In fact, the prettier the woman, the more he acted like she was beneath her. I don’t know if he felt that way or not, but his façade was impenetrable. I have not seen anything like it since then. So what did Mark have besides attitude? Nothing. He was eating the Ramen special for dinner just like everybody else. So really he just had his attitude and fierce intelligence and his façade never cracked. He never showed the slightest bit of weakness, vulnerability or compassion for any reason. He knew that because he had to live by his wits alone, women were a fearsome opponent to whom he showed no mercy.

This is a lesson to all guys everywhere and pretty much what Heartiste teaches. I read the blog every day and share the PG bits with my 11-year-old son. Today my son nailed it when we were in the store and he saw a beautiful blond woman holding her mulatto son. He said, “watch out– mudshark and spawn ahead!”

Practice what this blog says and you won’t go wrong. Best wishes in your quest for love and do not give up!

Assuming the person asking simply has no experience with women, I’d say that’s better if he wants to learn game than having all sorts of negative behaviors with women reinforced over the years until they became habitual. He just has to quit one habit: inactivity.

Yeh, careers. I don’t get it. Such a bad deal. I sit in this box for 40-60 hours a week, having meetings with bores in stifling rooms with crumby carpet? Wearing a fucking suit? Fuck that. I don’t want your fucking money. I want to live.

Spent much of my adult life avoiding that shit. Leaving aside a couple of lapses, it worked out pretty well.

You can definitely turn things around. I was a virgin – never even kissed a girl – until age 27. Also a socially inept nerd. Today I’m married with two kids. How did I do it? First I lost 100 pounds. Then I started dating. Then I improved my social skills. I never became rich or successful, but I am gainfully employed. That’s really all it takes to turn things around.

You can lose weight with a low-carb diet and by walking a few miles each day. That’s all it takes. You can get into hardcore fitness later, just start walking for now. The walking is probably the most important thing — it’ll make you feel great. Depression is caused by brain chemistry, and exercise will do more to improve that than any anti-depressant medication.

To improve your social skills, all you have to do is practice. Social skills can be learned. Most people think they are innate, but that isn’t true. i am not too familiar with game, but the concept of “cold approaches” is useful here. Simply start talking to people. Talk about anything and everything. Just be friendly and upbeat and you’ll be amazed at how much your social skills will improve. You don’t have to practice your social skills on hot women exclusively. . You can also practice your social skills on guys, and women you aren’t attracted to — that’s just as helpful. As soon as you start doing this, you will discover that most people will HELP you. They will not criticize you for your initially clumsy attempts at socializing, they will do their best to help. In a year or so you will be a confident, assertive socializer. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been a nerd for 30 years, social skills can be learned. I was surprised to discover this, but it’s true. If you are an introvert you’ll still have to force yourself to get out there and mix with people, but you can acquire the skills needed to carry a conversation, network, and bond with people. You can get as good at those things as any salesman or fraternity president. It’s not about charisma, it’s about practice.

As your social skills improve, you’ll be able to start dating. Women don’t care if you haven’t had much experience with girls. It’s nice if you’re smooth and have lots of notches on your belt, but they really don’t care that much, lack of experience is not a deal-breaker. And the fact is that they want to meet you just as much as you want to meet them. I dated dozens of girls beforeI I met my wife, once you get started it’s easy to approach them. Once you start dating, you won’t feel or act desperate any longer. When I started dating, I was a virgin. It took me several years to lose my virginity. But I wasn’t desperate. I could look at women objectively and decide whether I liked them. I turned down sex on many occasions, even though I was a virgin in my late teens and 20’s and horny as hell, because I didn’t like the girls who were willing to sleep with me (a couple were fatties, but the others were very attractive), and because I didn’t feel desperate.

Finally, do what you can to get ahead economically. The economy sucks right now, and I for one cannot afford an impressive house or a Porsche. But you can certainly improve your situation, and that’s what you should do. You don’t need to be rich or successful to attract women. Just do the best you can — that’s enough. There are a lot of bitter divorced dudes on these blogs, but the truth is that women aren’t all gold-digging whores. You don’t need to be a millionaire to get laid. Just do your best.

Anyway, this is how you can improve your situation. If you do these things you will certainly start dating, and eventually you’ll fall in love with one of the girls you are dating and get married.

I agree with fakeemail. Women are fun and somewhat interesting, but, really, most are empty headed narcissists. A good woman is rare and is a keeper. So much better to have your own life, good money, and have women as just one part of a very satisfying life.

You can always buy sex, but, like they say, you can’t buy love.
Which do you want?

> “You can always buy sex, but, like they say, you can’t buy love.” ——— Uhh, can you say “Beta Bux, Alpha Fux”?!? Or “Five minutes of Alpha is worth five years of Beta?” BTW, where the heck is GBFM? Changing diapers on the triplets?

As long as a man never allows women to influence his decisions about how he makes money or gets his education (no long distance shit or moving to be with her), never gives up anything he likes doing to spend time with her, never marries or moves in with her, always keeps it covered, never lets her know how much he has or where it is stashed, yeh, women can be great fun.

its the ultimate pick up supplement. Will simultaneously eradicate anxiety whilst putting you in a social ZFG mood…kinda like a mild version of MDMA but without the side effects. might help you pick up some tail

Welllll, sometimes you grope girls accidentally and sometimes they grope you on purpose. Girls do some nasty shit.

One old broad told me that her husband didn’t mind seeing other men putting their hands all over her body while she danced. I surmised that dancing is an excuse for girls to let men put their hands all over girls’ bodies. Girls like to be touched and dancing provides a plausible excuse. It has to be part of the dance, however, not just some random groping.

Once you get good enough to teach girls to dance, your SMV goes up a whole level.

The social practice from dancing helped me in sooo many ways. I got to be very practiced at reading girls’ body language and facial expressions. I practiced smiling and doing dominant body language like I had been trained as a boy. I practiced chatting with girls. I tried out a few games.

I hadn’t been diagnosed with autism when I started. Learning that I had autism made me realize that I had to consciously start trying to learn social cues and social perception that other people just got without trying. So I applied my mind and my attention to learning social stuff and that helped a great deal. Also reading PUA blogs like CH. Lots of social stuff to learn here and links as well.

If you have had so little success with girls then maybe you have not tried hard enough, so maybe they are not so important to you as you’ve been told to think they are. My brother has slept with 10 times the number of girls that I have, but I could never be bothered with all that clubbing and small talk shite, I would sooner read or go in the bookies.

If you’re ready to kill yourself, you’re free to do anything. Put down the pistol and go fishing, go hiking, go sailing. Hitchhike to Mexico, sneak across the border like one of those dusky invaders, but in the reverse. Or fix up a POS 1000$ motorcycle if you don’t have a car. Throw yourself on the mercy of strangers. You could collect some gibs from the government if you’re broke and don’t want to work. Or enlist in the military. Or join one of those retarded Save Africa Now work charity things. Work odd jobs, sleep in a tent, travel around the country. Live like a bum. Befriend some of those insufferable hipsters and slum it on their couches. Who’s going to stop you? How could they? What would they do, shoot you?

LS: The C0nfederate flag was in John Belushi’s Delta House [the “good” guys, because they allowed Eskimos to join], not in Kevin Bacon’s Omega House [the “bad” guys, because they were Ar!an patriots]. What it says to me is that the Eskimos hadn’t yet finalized their Master Plan of {multiculturalism} + {immigration} + {miscegenation} as the means by which to destroy the White race.

Either that, or else some Truth-Thinker snuck the St@rs-N-B@rs onto the set, and no one noticed it until too late, after they were way over budget and tardy on the schedule and there wasn’t time to go back and film [what would come to be known as] a “politically correct” version of it. Or else maybe the Eskimos hadn’t yet fully come to understand N!xon’s “Southern Strategy”, and thought that they could still pwn the Southern morons the way that FDR had…

GE & LS, the idea here is that if “Fetus Face” [or some other newb] really is who he claims to be, then you’re talking “Beer Googles at Closing Time” Game. If you’re tipsy/drunk, and you’re standing next to Lena Dunham at closing time, and she’s tipsy/drunk, then you take her by the hand, and lead out into the parking lot, and throw her over the hood of your pickup truck, and you F*CK HER BRAINS OUT!!!!! Afterwards, you won’t be virgin anymore…

Speaking of Animal House… the story is that the local college frat boys got tired hearing the snark from the cast and crew and knocked a few haids around during the off-hours… the Hollyvood outsiders then became a bit more polite and started to act like proper guests.

Turn your weakness into a strength. You’re getting absolutely no attention from women, right? No sex. No love. No affection. So what do you have to lose? Absolutely nothing. Go out and approach. Say something outrageous. Who gives a fuck? You’re already at rock bottom. They can’t give you any LESS attention.
I’ll say it again. You have nothing to lose. You have no reason to care. And a guy who gives no fucks and doesn’t care what women think is like catnip to them.

You have a void in your life, consuming your heart. I had it too. What’s helping me, really, are several things. First I’m advancing my career, by working hard. Don’t forget the golden rule, Arbeit macht frei. Then for chicks I have no system, but I did order doc loves system and I like it. A lot. Just started pumping iron and agree completely with y’all, makes a tremendous difference. Was inspired by many sources, including mother nature, but also the golden one on YouTube, and of course Arnold. Other hobbies but I like doc love in the context of gym and career because he’s classy and realistic, and deep, and because reading too much game from mainstream got me deeper in my hole actually. Anyway just try fill the void. I’d spent years both denying a void and trying to fill it simultaneously with the bible and Jesus, and at the same time “learning” in general. It didn’t work. Now I don’t deny a void and pain but I do not clutch at straws of religion. Have your pride and dignity. Nobody can take that from you. Your only enemy therefore is you

In any of these scenarios, you can always just go with Honesty Game, or at least near-Honesty Game: “Listen, I’ve had a ton of crap thrown at me lately, and right this second I don’t need another chick like you sticking a knife in my back, mmmkay?!? So just give me a back rub instead. I’m exhausted. Pour me another glass of champagne.”

Trip to Amsterdam should fix it. Pay to play. Everything fixed bro. Don’t kill yourself over dank pussy. It’s only good for a while and a good women is nearly impossible to find. I had to date hundreds to find a couple decent ones.

I’m a 22 year old virgin and I’m happy. I enjoy life on my own terms and don’t depend on women for validation, as PUAs seem to.

I think it’s harmful to sell this idea that sex is wonderful and necessary, and if you don’t have sex in your life you need to start obsessing about it, and imitate dark triad characteristics to seek approval from women, and otherwise you might as well kill yourself.

It’s really a nihilistic view of life, and one that appeals to a lot of emotionally broken and desperate men who really should learn to be happy with themselves, find their mission in life, make friends, and learn to show affection in a healthy, natural way. Then they may end up living a life of purpose, with a sense of self-respect, and ready for a loving relationship should the right woman come along.

“The girls develop a terrible contempt,” one former Scores manager told me. “They stop believing men are real. They think: They are there for me to manipulate and take money from.”

And when it came to that, they all preferred the assholes. There’s something extra-satisfying about persuading a man who thinks you’re trash to spend his time and money on you. Preferably so much that in the end, they hate themselves. It’s like, Who doesn’t have any self-respect now, motherfucker?”

I’ve seen posts by “Tax-chick” at FR since forever – as I recall, she’s an evangelical chick in accounting/finance, with a ton of Whyte buns out of her Whyte oven. And if a good little Christian girl like her is saying something nasty like that, then the shadow of the Dark Enlightenment & the Manosphere must be spreading over the Righteous…

I’m approaching my mid-40s nowadays and happily married, but I can remember when I thought no girl would ever want anything to do with me. Most of my peers started closing by 14 or maybe 15 at the latest. I was a late bloomer and didn’t achieve success until I was 17. I righted the ship around college time for smooth sailing ever since for going two decades now. I had no game whatsoever when I was young. If anything, I had anti-game. Attractive girls would hit on and approach me pretty often, and I’d find a way to fuck it up. If I can turn it around, anybody can do it.

“The girls develop a terrible contempt,” one former Scores manager told me. “They stop believing men are real. They think: They are there for me to manipulate and take money from.”

And when it came to that, they all preferred the assholes. There’s something extra-satisfying about persuading a man who thinks you’re trash to spend his time and money on you. Preferably so much that in the end, they hate themselves. It’s like, Who doesn’t have any self-respect now, motherfucker?”

I’m on the other side of the coin, 30, single and have been in a dry spell for 7 years, which is a long time when considered I bloomed early with girls, am and was highly sexual and had two previous LTR and used to plenty of sex before the spell started.

I’m not fat or anything, I’m fit, have even lived in 4 different cities and partied constantly and was around girls that entire time – not one taker. Incredible odds… that are not in my favor.

I find that almost impossible to believe. And you read here. I don’t get it.

Maybe you don’t really want to fuck any of the bitches? I could understand that. But in seven years, going to parties and stuff, I would have thought you couldn’t avoid falling into at least one of the cavernous sluts that currently infest this society.

I remember at around 3 years thinking “surely it won’t be 4 years”. But I think realistically and logically after 5 years I should of stopped counting.

Oh I do want to fuck bitches, possibly more so than most, my addiction to porn in light of the drought proves so. But to such things blemishes the facts and the facts really are, that from early childhood in school, i was one of the only ones romancing classmates, then 17 – 23 I did okay with LTRs also.

When I say partying i don’t mean private parties set up by friends in close circles (surely those situations would be ideal) i just mean many bars and clubs, with all sorts of substances in all sorts of streets over many cities.

Amazing but at the same time I feel there just must be a silent curse hanging over me.
Yes I used to have anxiety in general and panic attacks, I am prone to depression either without or with women in my life and the coin is two sided in determining if my lifestyle without them or with brings me more a more melancholy state of mind, suicide like the gentlemen titling this article may not be so silly.

Maximus, just from some of the details you invoke it sounds like you’re living a pretty atomized, anonymous existence. Oh I don’t mean “anonymous” like you’re living in some Sartre novel– but you mention a lot of random partying in bars and clubs, porn addiction, depression, apparently a lot of moving around..

Contrary to the troll UKIP’s nihilistic barf about dogs and vultures, it sounds to me like you need to build normal connections with normal people.

Not to be judgmental here– when you say “addiction to porn” you may only be joking at the occasional release– but I think you know you shouldn’t lean on porn, and it may be taking a toll on your drive, even your self-confidence.

At 30, you may be carrying around an unconscious air of desperation as you hit the bars. Maybe you should just give that up (or for a while at least). Just practice making laser eyes with cute cash register girls or something. Live more of a “daylight” existence in general. Clubs, porn– all this is basically brooding, negative stuff, and you’re already in a negative headspace. Also, we’ve a hell of a sociopolitical struggle going on around us. So refocus your energies, shrug off anxiety: see what happens . . .

Lucius, thanks for the words – yes my existence the past few years has been full of many turns and a lot of alone time (Which I don’t mind and am comfortable with, i’m more a lone wolf artist type) though all the moving and shifting has made it tougher to make friends and have circles of acquaintances.Not that I am very good with those sorts of things in general.

Porn has been a sticky beast, I know all the negative effects it brings and definitely have felt more bold and manly when I put a lid on it.

I guess ultimately for me, even if i do get more attention now being older (although I am told I look mid twenties) the spell of it all is broken as I can tell the attention is only that of a beta provider attraction, not the other type where it is given because they are dtf and that is all.

Perhaps some men should just accept the MGTOW attitude and not waste any more years on vagina. Focus on all the things and experiences I want to do other than that.

Maximus – Quit porn full stop and lift. I bet you will regain that natural drive you had before your dry spell. I think, based on your description of your situation (one-time poonslayer now on a major dry spell) those two things really are all that you need.

You say you’re “fit” but if you’re not hitting the weights hard at your age, it’s not enough.

You know, women are amazingly observant of your micro-expressions, how you stand, walk, use your face, speak. They can see confidence or its lack very clearly. So I say handle your T. Women can smell it. Check it. Normalize it.

About porn, personally, I don’t like porn for political reasons. I mean, half of its purpose seems to be to get me to focus on some other guy’s meat and potatoes, or to get me watch the fucking of coons or over-masculinized women.

That porn is weaponized against straight white males is obvious. Your psychology might benefit in a few different ways if you avoided it.

It’s ironic because I sometimes feel like that because I no longer party 3-4 days a week and having three or four new relationships a year. Being the college party guy who has various social circles sucks once you’re done with University, your friends scatter all over and become bores focused on job and girlfriend, the girls in groups settled down etc. It’s weird because it’s impossible to do the same thing now without starting things like taking dance classes. It’s crappy when you can’t fall back on social proof.

Love and protect the white woman. Your white brothers are fellow kings. Treat the other races like whores and animals. Adopt the Simple Man mental frame and you too will some day find the secret to life, love and order above chaos.

Me too. I didn’t know it was “Girls” when I found it in a hotel room and thought it was some weird indie flick, so I watched. (I live overseas and honestly didn’t know about ‘Girls’ or Lena Dunham at all at that point, pardon the ‘off the grid’ signalling).

Well. I watched and watched and honestly couldn’t understand what it was. Now don’t mistake that for me saying it was unique or intriguing or interesting. It was none of those things. Maybe ‘unique’ in that there was absolutely nothing happening. No entertainment value at all and more than that, was that there wasn’t even failed entertainment value. It was just pure nothingness. Even pure nothingness could be somehow odd or cool, but no, not odd or cool either. It was ZERO.

And I couldn’t tell if it was a parody, drama, dark satire, comedy, romance, understatement, overstatement, mystery, tragedy, dystopia, utopia, social commentary, documentary. I couldn’t tell. There was just nothing there. No coherent thoughts were on display in the dialogue. No brain behind it at all. This was pure millenial, female, identity politics generation brainlessness. The lack of intelligence (thanks, internet!) coming our way is really about the most heart-breaking thing. I think we’re seeing the end of the human brain’s magic. The magic is gone. ‘Girls’ is ushering in an era of nothingness that makes me just glad I can go fishing, swimming, hiking. Culture is over.

” No coherent thoughts were on display in the dialogue. No brain behind it at all. This was pure millenial, female, identity politics generation brainlessness. The lack of intelligence (thanks, internet!) coming our way is really about the most heart-breaking thing. I think we’re seeing the end of the human brain’s magic. The magic is gone.”

–This is really well-said. I too often encounter that state of bemusement, catching something when I’m stuck in front of a television and thinking, “what the hell could this even be?” Or having to listen to a tv from the next room.

I pretty much write off the black & mestizo populations for the obvious genetic and historical reasons; but for what SHOULD be a high-functioning white race, I think it’s possible that cultural drain-circling may result in the collective death of logic and imagination that you evoke. None of our faculties are being developed in today’s culture, and a false culture is imposed over the unformed mental landscape left, and now shit like “Girls” and other pure inanity is treated as penetrating.

Look at how Hollywood has been forced to recycle old stories. Even mediocre storylines like “Point Break” get pulled out of the dustbin. There are no creative minds or if there are some then the whole gauntlet of slush pile readers, talent scouts, producers etc are so brain dead and dull that they wouldn’t recognize it anyway. It’s all retread stuff, remakes, trilogies, derivative. So revealing.

Probably the first segment of society that was purely leftist was ‘modern art’. That was 100% libtard and look at how quickly it devolved into this;

Now that Hollywood is pure leftism, look at how it’s winnowing down to the screen equivalent of blank white squares which is how I would describe “Girls” The dipshit millenial chicks watching it can’t even register boredom in their own minds. There’s no contrast. They have no other state due to the physical lack of connected, developed neurons. An actual brain scan of millenial females would reveal so much. The neurotransmitters, axons, dendrites etc would be seriously underdeveloped. If a glowing light is in their face (Tv, net, i-phone) then they are in their state of absolute thoughtlessness, blank white squares. Fuck it.

The remakes serve the same purpose as Winston Smith’s job in 1984, rewriting old news stories.

That is to say, they’re remaking the old stories with coons and “strong women” so as to remove any traces or memory of a former, better culture or way of life.

As near as dammit, we now live in a perfectly blended world of 1984 and Brave New World. But few any longer have the consciousness to realize that. And the plan is that in twenty years all of those badthinkers will be gone and dystopia will reign unchallenged.

I don’t think they can succeed. After all, without white males, everything will crumble.

So expect a lot more crumbling. And jew-female-homo-coon incompetence.

Broaden your horizons. Thai brides, hookers, shemales – all of god’s rich tapestry is right there and it’s waiting for you.

I’ve also heard that treated HIV is now non-infectious and they’re always looking for volunteers to test the theory. You could be that sexual guinea pig if you put your mind to it. And if it goes wrong then you were going to kill yourself anyway. No harm done.

I was fortunate enough to get my first lay thanks to my uncle. He got me an escort for my 15th birthday some years ago. I remember becoming completely desensitized to pussy after the fact. Some of my high school friends knew what they were doing when it came to the opposite sex, but I remember a good number of the guys always asking me how I was so shameless when I talked to girls by the time we hit 10th grade.

If all else fails, invest an hour or two with an escort. You’ll never look at poon the same way again. Don’t make it a habit though.

I knew a foreign kid, a rich Asian, who’d come to America for high school. His parents wired him thousands of dollars every month for tuition, room, board, etc. Whatever was left over was his for spending money, so he used it to buy whores, blew all his money on them, every month, at age sixteen. They even picked him up from his dormitory in a limousine.

Oh yah…here it comes. This is gonna be fun. She’s trying to engage me to see if I’m butt hurt about her not coming.

I wait a few hours, text back: “it’s between starting smoking…and drinking more”

Her: why? just a problem catching sarcasm

Me: ny resolution has to be easy to keep

her: then why can it be something more healthy

OK…she’s clearly wanting attention…from me. I’ve been just shooting those last two ping texts for the fun of it….

I will see whether she tries to invite herself out to something and determine how best to reverse this reflexive LJBF. Any thoughts?

On another note, my event was full of hot girls, I number closed two, started texting one cute one. Also had my first bang of the year, 27 year old HB7, cute, I met online. I again just basically kept blowing off all her offers to meet and otherwise just ping texting her until she finally said “let’s meet”

she would text: “what are you doing/” Me: laying in bed…join me Her: hahahaha but wasn’t the slightest bit put off. Time to bang from meet to bang: 2 hours.

Wala, good that you are posting these FRs…”crazy girl” sounds try hard…giving her too much value…replying to a spam HNY message is beta, but maybe she personalized it for you…her quick reply is good…maybe she wants to keep her orbiters since you’re a DJ…”how was your party?”…she wants to know if you are high value as a DJ but I don’t see any butthurt test here…”it’s between…”…this is asexual clownishness…”why?”…she’s not amused and is totally in her cortex and not her amygdala…you needed to sexualize here..”my resolution…easy to keep”…you’re in her frame…”why…more healthy”…she’s trying to clinch your beta status and dominate you…she has you in her frame…sexualize, sexualize, sexualize…get her laughing…get her crying…get her chasing you…she sees herself as too high value for you…neg her…give her less attention

She is texting fewer words than you…she is less invested than you are.

on this “I will see whether she tries to invite herself out to something and determine how best to reverse this reflexive LJBF. Any thoughts?”

You should sexualize via text right off now, then just invite her to your place, like 9:30 or something… so she knows when she comes over it’s just on. I’d avoid any thing her hamster, and this is key, her hamster, can construe as friendly.

Such insightful posts by guys like asdgamer, luc, benson and others. I’ve lurked here for years and I must say I sure do wish you folks had been around when I was in my college years. Good stuff. Very applicable to someone who is struggling to find their way amidst our degenerate culture. You fellows should post more often

@Sentient….ok good. Wait two days…send something I can sexualize…I have a perfect one…a clam that looks like shaved pussy.

On a completely different note. On NYE I met an HB8 flight attendant who came to my party. I gamed her, teased her, danced and then got busy hosting the thing. I number closed her and said let’s meet up. We bantered, then I said “let’s meet for drinks”.

She responded a few days later saying she’d been busy working…then spent around 20 texts asking me when I was free, could I meet this or that afternoon….she was clearly displaying IOI’s indicating she wanted to meet and it was just a case of finding time outside her work. So I agreed to coffee—mid-afternoon…not a way to extract her, but a good way to determine whether this is on or off and set up a Day 2 I can pull her back to my place. It’s been an interesting start to the year.

You need to work up with her so when she comes over you both know a meal will never happen. More so now because the original ping textvwas not sexualized. So you are in the same category of every guy she is sending happy new year and look at me texts to.

@Sentient interesting. One thing I have done and gotten the same reaction is to send shots of food that look pussy or cock. I have a shot of a dish of mussels with one that looks right out of a porn site.

That has also had the same effect. So basically, go the full asshole? Isn’t that uncalibrated?

this is actually great practice. if you follow through enough to get the bang, you will actually have a front row seat on the conflict of male/female sexual strategies…just like outlined in the archives here and at Rational Male…lol…she’s trying to avoid repro with a beta (and you’ve thrown enough beta doubt at her hindbrain that she has to REALLY test you to be able to be convinced that she made a mistake ljbf zoning you…it would be easier to take the lesson and walk away at this point, but then you wouldn’t be getting better/learning more…)

she is going to be giving you the full court press on beta baiting…trying to reaffirm her ljbf zone decision on you…you will get to observe a girl work through her rolodex…just assume that ANY communication she has with you will have some/all beta baiting component…so, at this point you have to assume that any communication she has with you is non-sexual…bc she is trying to AVOID sex with you…lol…but she still has those beta orbiter/provider needs…

her rolodex so far:

1) “Her: NY Resolution, cool. How was your party?”

‘non-sexual open’…invitation to banter…

2) “Her: why? ”

‘non-sexual, non-fun female confusion’…invitation to banter

3) “So today she reaches out: sends a photo of some meal: “I made northern food””

non-sexual ‘beta echo’…(you set the non-sexual frame of enjoying food with your drink photo…)…invitation to banter…

do you sense the theme here…lol..

“On another note, my event was full of hot girls, I number closed two, started texting one cute one.”

sooo, how did these two leads resolve?…[hint]…lol…and that 27yo hb7 should still be around, right?…

@HABD great post. I think I’ll start by sending food photos that look sexual…when she protests I’ll start to move this into incepting the idea it’s her that has the sexual intent….when she protests….I’ll suggest her coming over,

On the other two numbers: one doesn’t live in my city and was visiting so we’ll see. The second is always working but wanted to find a time…anytime….and then plan to meet up. With that keenness I figured I should strike while the iron is hot and set up the Day 1 as casual for the Day 2 at my place. We’ll see how that plays out. It’s worked before.

see…2 hours…lol…now hop over to YaReally’s site to get a handle on pLTRs and make a plan…lol…

you responding to that ping text that fast (6 hours…standard ‘go dark’ after your ‘date’ and her bailing on your party should have been 6 days…lol) shows you are still ‘chasing’ her (and great job on avoiding the invite to ‘banter’ about your party…) so, reinforces her hindbrain’s decision…BUT…

the ‘happy new year’ girl is STILL trying to confirm her hindbrain’s decision on ljbf zoning you…all of it = ping text, ‘how was your party’, etc…she will continue to try to push you into ljbf zone/beta orbiter…via her rolodex…this is a guard dog situ spinning up (do you see why?)…(also, her ‘why?’ wasn’t necessarily a problem catching the sarcasm, it’s also a great attempt at beta bait/bantering…)

her quick response is good bc it shows that she still has some doubts about that decision…she would have had more doubt if you had waited 6 days, but too late now…lol…and it won’t hurt you to go dark for a couple days…work those other leads…lol…

go with Sentient’s sexualize early and often…then invite her over…if she comes over, you should be ready for some shit testing/LMR…

or go back to YaReally’s site and look up his sexualizing via text game plan and execute that…then wait for her to bring up meeting up…just like you did with the 27yo hb7…

just make a plan, then execute…OODA for playahs…any way you go, it’s GREAT practice…

@habd Sentient, Ads Thanks. It’s interesting because she sent back another feeler text and I just replied with a photo of an ice cold beer I was drinking. The message was window on my world…and reframe about me.

She didn’t reply. Hamster is spinning. Why isn’t he reacting? is he bothered? What does all this mean? The point of posting is to see how these game challenges play out if at all.

But I’m always gaming so there’s always some interesting development that pops up. The point of game is to increase the chances of a positive outcome with your interactions with women by becoming more clear and confident in your own outlook on life. Which is the point of the OP.

I’m going to answer as if the emailer is in his twenties. It’s a commonly held idea round these parts that a man is at peak attractiveness to women around twenty-seven, so you may not be there yet. However, it is a bit unusual to have had absolutely no contact with a woman at all. But, I agree that you are not a BOTM. Betas get a negative reputation because they often orbit women out of their league. If you’ve never touched a woman, you have more self-worth than that. I think if you’re willing to provide more details, you’d probably get some excellent advice here. As a promoter of chastity that gets tolerated here, I don’t think you should worry about how you are looking in the eyes of others. I think you should focus on what your specific goal with women are and how they can be reached.

> “I don’t think you should worry about how you are looking in the eyes of others. I think you should focus on what your specific goal with women are and how they can be reached.” ——— Typically inconsistent self-contradictory horsesh!t out of the female un-mind. One sentence she’s telling you not to worry, and then the very next sentence she’s telling you to focus on goals. But you can’t have goals without caring, and you can’t care without worrying. F*CK GOALS, F*CK CARING, ESPECIALLY F*CK WORRYING, AND SIMPLY GO FORTH AND SLAY THE P00NTANG.

Here’s an awesome Evo-Psych insight for newbs: Chicks can smell worry and anxiety on you from a mile away, and worry/anxiety smells to them like LESSER BETA/GREATER GAMMA. Her hindbrain knows that horrible times will come, and it wants to know that you can deal with the horrible times when they arrive – that you won’t curl up in the fetal position and start sucking on your thumb and crying for your Mommy – that you’ll stand up as a proper Sh!tlord and deal with the horror of it all.

From a financial perspective, her hindbrain wants to sense in you the ZFG Sh!tlord attitude which says: “I made a fortune, I lost a fortune, Big F*cking Deal, I’ll just go out there and make another fortune again.”

PRO-TIP #(N + 1): As powerful as chardonnay/champagne game is, Hangover Game [the next day, such as today, January 1st] is maybe the most powerful game of all. Because when you have a hangover, you’re unshaven, your hair is a rat’s nest, you stink to high heaven, your voice is low and deep and gruff, you speak slowly but you speak your mind, and you have no cares or worries or anxiety whatsoever.

The girly is telling a man to be simultaneously lazy and entitled and also self-focused and selfish. That’s what they always want. Men who win by accident as tho they were never really trying. Logical consistency is irrelevant, it is all a confidence trick. On the whole women are not on this earth to discover intellectual truths, but only to provide comfort and motivation to people who can.

To woman victory falls from the sky(or not)by a fluke determined at birth and they’re attracted to the same mentality of entitlement. Women win by accident.

Which, via Hangover Game, also means that you can approach and open on Strange P00ntang with a perfect ZFG Sh!tlord attitude, and deliver your best lines & your most clever improvisations with no hesitation and in a perfect cadence and proceed to zero straight in on the best & most primordial chemistry with the chick & her hindbrain.

> “a fluke determined at birth” ——— Now that gets back into the EvoPsych of it all. The typical chick knows that she wasn’t born into royalty, and unless you’re a master Con Artist, she can tell that you weren’t born into royalty, but her hindbrain dadgum well wants to sense that mating with you will help her offspring start moving up the ladder, even if her hindbrain senses wrong. But that gets back into whether her hindbrain can sense worry & anxiety in you.

Culture plays a part, too. Outside of the West women don’t as much like men who win by accident. The confidence trick is curtailed by practical considerations. To them you need to prove yourself as a man in the want sense. They prefer the alpha hard of tradition, the alpha cool of modern times is adolescent to them.

Worry and anxiety will certainly ruin your chances, but that’s not quite what I’m driving at. It’s a no fucks given, juvenile, non-serious quality which comes from growing up in a decadent playground. It’s not strength, but cool they admire the more. In with the James Dean, out with the Hans-Ulrich Rudel.

Well if this isn’t a cause to be hopeful for a new year: all the ‘racists’ ‘antismites’ and ‘misogyinists’ taking time away from their new year celebrations to talk a possible troll down. When the charitable hearts of men are still beating in it, no need to depart the world before time. The advice to the same question, such as ‘maybe you need to identify as ‘pansexual’ or ‘girl, you gotta try ssris’, from the salon congregation would probably push the enquirer over the edge. But then again, women don’t really top themselves so it’s hypothetical. Happy new year to all.

Some great reading on this thread.
Being a supreme Aryan hard work is what defines a man. It is what we do and we do it well. Hard work combined with skills elevates you in society in terms of respect (from both sexes), wealth and status. It also focuses your energies. Women should always be a side show…never the main focuses of your life. Look at James Hunt – passionate about driving to the point of death and women loved him for it.
Live your life the way you want to live it…work hard, eat right, play sports, lift, have a good vibe. Be confident and ZFG. And don’t pedestalize women as they will only disappoint you. That guy you are jealous of with the hot girl…don’t be. He probably lives his life around her..at her beckon call about to enter the gulag of marriage mortgage kids. Her ass probably stinks of poop when he does doggy. Experience is the most important word in life. Experience as much as you can..see the reality…it tears down any fantasies illusions and pedestalizing.

I don’t consider myself all that good-looking. I don’t have great game. People might think I’m alpha, but I don’t really think about it. It took me until I was 17 to get a girlfriend, but once the camel gets its nose under the tent, then the world opens up.
The problem with women once you get one is that they want to talk all the time. You just want to read, or watch baseball, and they want to talk, talk, talk. Even the hottest girl wants to talk all the time. Twenty years, and a lot of experience later, women are exhausting, one way or the other. Be careful what you wish for. Get a pair of trail running shoes, because you can always go workout by yourself. Don’t listen to women. They are boring, incoherent, and emotional. They are driven by their bodies as much as you are driven by yours.
A Beta isn’t someone who can’t get a girl. He is someone who surrenders his status for affection. You should not kill yourself. Once you get what you think you want, you will want something else. Pussy is great, but what is best in life? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.
Oh, yeah, happy new year’s!

Je$us H Chr!st, I feel like a frigging fifth grade biology teacher: THE PURPOSE OF RELATIONSHIPS IS WHYTE BUNZ -> WHYTE OVENZ. If you aren’t interested in knocking her up, then for the sake of G0d Almighty, move on and let her get knocked up by a White dude who is interested.

Whether troll or not it’s typical of a lot of young men’s thinking. Fetus Face wants genuine affection from a female. Suicide is not the answer for he may be on the cusp of winning if he would just put some effort and patience into it.

The prostitute route could end badly for him. He could have a frightening experience or catch VD. Strip clubs can get him close to females but are expensive and demeaning to men.

He should take theasdgamer’s advice and pick up partner dancing. Many men have replied to my repeated comments on this thanking me for giving them that simple tip to open the floodgates of female interaction.

After I picked up dancing at the age of 40 I was awash in young women. A young cheerful woman who wants to dance with you is 100X better than anything in a strip club. Many guys are afraid they will get scorned and rejected on the dance floor but it isn’t so as most of the gals at a non-drinking dance venue have good etiquette. Nobody cares if you are a clumsy beginner either and will help you learn.

If alcohol is being served the dynamic is different and more of a competitive club scene but being able to cut the rug can make all the difference. If you can dance and are at a club where people are dancing, you can touch and talk to every woman in the joint. If you have developed some skill at it the hottest women will line up to dance with you. If they are not accomplished dancers they are often concerned with how they will look. Having demonstrated your leadership capabilities they will be all over you as you promenade them around the room.

Most importantly getting saturated in female interaction reduces your anxiety and awkwardness around hot chicks. You will find yourself talking them up with ease.

Here’s a youtube highliting some of my dance moves. Mind you I was 45 years old when this video was shot :

I just came from a party where a woman came and grabbed me to play the Jingle Bells game. Like, she literally put her hands on me and said, “Trust me.” lol I said, “The last time a woman said that…” Then a woman put a box on my butt which held the jingle bells. I tied two ribbons in front that were attached to the box. Jingle Bells is a slightly sexual game. We were supposed to shake our butts to get the bells to eject. Now I have a story to tell tonight to my dance partners.

What I learned on the dance floor is also useful in parties off the dance floor.

That was what rang so horribly false about Dylann Roof’s manifesto, when he said ” I am not in the position to, alone, go into the ghetto and fight.” Like he11 he wasn’t – instead of murd3r!ng noggish Chr!stians at prayer, he should have gone deep into the hood, or to a noggish str!pper bar, late on a Saturday night [early Sunday morning], and started shooting random g@ng b@ngers.

Give us zero context to make addressing this nigh impossible, why don’t you? If you’re in the desert in New Mexico, leave. If you’re already in a city, find a service organization that’s not left wing SJW crap. Find an interest you would like to support. Helping returning vets, rescue abused animals (only deal with an indie local rescue, eff PETA or anyone who includes ethical hunting in with creeps who terrorize the helpless living creation of our Lord), take a look at your local Jaycees or Kiwanis or Lions, whatever thrives where you are. If you had a father, grandfather, brother in an overseas war, Sons of the VFW. Hell, the NRA for that matter. And join honestly for the purpose of the organization, and don’t foul you own nest (troll your fellow members). Find a candidate who you feel you can support, then offer to help the campaign, unless you’re in some liberal circle of Hell like Chicago or NYC. You meet people you have a common thing wth, then from there meet poon, and you come pre-vetted not as a cold call, so to speak.

“I can’t kill myself today! Saturday I’m walking for Edwards for City Council door knocking and flyer hanging, if I don’t that puts him behind the left winger, then Sunday Keith and I are taking the bolt cutters to steal that matted, sickly pup chained out in the ice and snow with no doghouse for shelter, if I don’t go it’ll die of exposure, and Wednesday I’m running the bingo at Post 454; it’s family night for the new Afghan vets we just signed up, if they see a dark room they’ll lose interest and not join a place that can be a second home with fellow war vets to find common with and help them get back to regular life.”

Oh, yeah, poon. Your circle of like minded people will swell, so you don’t need to hit it with these people, they are 1-3 degrees of separation from your goal. “Who was that girl you were talking with at our Jaycee river fest pork chop cookout?” “She works with me. Single, no kids. Doesn’t like bars, doesn’t run around. Want to meet her?”

I REALLY hope this gets through to somebody and i don’t want it to be too long/self indulgent, but here it goes:

I was in this same situation up until late 2014. I was 24 when I had my first sexual experience; she was 33, we met in grad school. She had severe schizophrenia, developed thyroid cancer, and lived with her parents. Very hot an looked about 22. She left me 2 years later and I was devastated and felt like killing myself. She was a fucking loser who couldn’t even finish the graduate degree and I was an intelligent, in shape, good looking guy with a masters degree and a high paying job and SHE left me. I tried to find other women, I failed and got 8 more rejections from shitlord idiots who ARE MY LESSERS and barely deserve my company, much less my romantic attention. I said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

5 months ago I left to go to China. I’ve now had 26 sexual partners, 15 of which were prostitutes. I am currently dating 4 women right now, 2 Chinese, 1 Russian, and 1 Japanese. I actually really like one of the chinese girls and if she plays her cards right I’d go exclusive and consider marrying her in a few years. Extremely hot prostitutes are available for as little as $25 but never more than $80. Chinese girls all want you because of the novelty and because their own men are insanely unattractive and demand so much from them in relationships. Foreign girls all want you because there are so few single men and foreign girls can’t date Chinese guys. Japanese girls, if you find any, find hostility at every corner living in China and just want any positive social relationship. Koreans here are more accessible than in Korea, but still a little bit tougher than others. There’s a non-trivial amount of eastern euros if that’s your thing too. Both kawaii sl00t pussy and really awesome high IQ marriage material traditional girls are ALL OVER THE PLACE and value you exponentially more than fat entitled feminist shitfucks in the worst country in the world, America.

My advice to FetusFace and anyone else in this predicament is to GTFO of the US and go somewhere else where feminine beauty is not such an insanely scarce resource. Here in China, it is genuinely VERY hard to find girls who are unbangable under the age of 50. Obesity is non-existent. It completely changes the sexual marketplace and things are much more evenly matched. Even if you don’t like Asian girls, western girls who never would have fucked you in your own country will be clawing for you here. Most expats are total party animals and you will have way more opportunities to drink alcohol with hot young chicks than undergraduates at big state colleges could ever fathom.

My advice to FetusFace and anyone else in this predicament is to GTFO of the US and go somewhere else where feminine beauty is not such an insanely scarce resource.

I agree.

In a normal, healthy society it isn’t so insanely difficult for Joe Average Beta Male to get laid. Pussy is low-value and abundant. But unfortunately, the vile, Satanic governments of the Anglosphere, with their perverse social policies, have so distorted the sexual marketplace that beta males have virtually no chance to land a decent chick in their lifetimes.

I would also mention that he doesn’t have to go all the way to China; Mexico is a lot closer and right across the border. Just beware of marriage scammers; there are some women in foreign countries who will marry a guy just for the green card and then dump his ass as soon as she gets into the states.